TOW Chandler's New Boss
by confuzzled-babe
Summary: More interesting than it looks. Please Read
1. Default Chapter

** The One With Chandler's New Boss **

  
**Chapter One **

  
_ This is set in Series 2/3/4 area (ie the older episodes, my favourite period of the Friends series). Chandler's working at his statistical analysis... place... but he gets a new boss. More interesting than it seems, I promise. Please read and review. This is my first fanfiction for quite a while! _

  
**Chapter One**

  
Monica yawned as she stretched, waking up at a pleasantly normal time, compared to the early mornings she was used to waking up to. It was Saturday, which for her meant no work, and she smiled to herself as she wondered what her and her friends would get up to that day. She flung her legs over the other side of the bed and her toes found her slippers, which, strangely for Monica, were stuffed halfway under the chest of drawers. She grabbed her dressing gown and was preparing to leave the room, only to hear a loud thump from outside, and a yell.

  
"What the hell?" she murmured, and walked over to the bedroom door. She pulled it open, and the sight which greeted her eyes was comical. Chandler was laying face-down on the floor, his hand out-stretched towards the TV, the control grasped in his fist. Joey was sitting on him, reaching for the control, with Chandler letting out yelps of pain every other second.

  
"What happened here?" asked Monica, rubbing her eyes.

  
"We're playing 'Grab The Control'" explained Joey, as if this should mean something to Monica. "You see, Chandler was lying on the couch, falling asleep..."

  
"I was NOT falling asleep!" said Chandler in a muffled voice. "I was merely resting my eyes."

  
Joey nodded sarcastically. "Yeah right. And you always yell Monica's name followed by 'Again, again' when you're resting your eyes, right?" he asked. Monica giggled. It was a well-known fact that Chandler had "secretly" liked Monica for some time, although everyone in the State, or so it seemed, knew this little secret.

  
"Yes..well... I was actually calling Monica from her bedroom... saying... 'Monica! Again! Those dishes need cleaning again..." Chandlers voice died away as Joey laughed.

  
"Yes, well, anyway," Joey started again. "I went to take the control cos I figured that Chandler couldn't be watching the TV if he was asleep, and I went to get it from him, and suddenly he attacked me! He fell off the sofa and I fell on top of him...and then you came out." Joey got up and let Chandler stand, whisking the control from out of his hands.

  
"Well, what are you two doing in my appartment at this time of day anyway?" asked Monica, wandering over to the kitchen to make some coffee.

  
"Oh, yeh," said Joey, changing the channel. "We ran out of beer."

  
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Chandler hated Monday mornings. He'd just settled down to rest over the weekend and then he'd have to go back to work at a job he couldn't stand. He twisted a pen round in between his fingers as he waited to be seen my his boss.

  
A young, blonde woman walked out of the office. "Chandler Bing?" she asked. "I'm ready to see you now."

  
Chandler's face broke into a grin. "You? See me? I'm sorry, but I'm here to see the boss, not the boss' daughter."

  
The woman looked at him with a comical smile on her face. "Ah Mr Bing, I can see we're going to get off to a good start. Chandler, I'm Andrea Watson, your new boss. Mr. Henderson left to travel the world with ..." 

  
"Mr. Smith?" asked Chandler. Everyone in the office knew about those two. At first it had been a wicked rumour, but it seemed as if the two men had decided to try out the rumour.

  
Mrs. Watson smiled again. "Ah, so it wasn't that much of a secret then? Anyway, Mr. Bing, please, I would just like to have a few words with you before you go back to work."

  
Chandler stood up, stifling a yawn. Perhaps work wasn't going to be so boring after all.

  
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"I've lost my radish," Phoebe announced as she came into Monica's. Rachel was pouring herself some orange juice and Monica was having a shower after work.

  
Rachel shook her head in amazement. Phoebe had never failed to astonish her. She cleared her throat. "Erm, Pheebs... your 'radish'?"

  
"Yes, my radish. I left it on the dining room table because I thought 'Mmm, Radish soup, that's a good thing for vegetarians to have! And then, you know, I had a call of nature...and then a real telephone call, from Trixie... do you remember Trixie?"

  
"Erm.. not really," said Rachel. "Didn't she have a bald head?"

  
"No, that was Michelle. And Bonnie..." Phoebe paused, mid-thought. "Wow. I have weird friends."

  
There was a silence for a few seconds as Phoebe thought. Rachel was getting sick of this stupid conversation. "Anyway, Phoebe, your radish?"

  
"Yes, my radish! Well, ok, so I finished on the phone with Trixie, and, then, I went back to the sink, and the radish was gone!"

  
"Phoebe," said Rachel gently. "You said you left your radish on the dining room table."

  
There was another moment of silence as Phoebe thought about this. "OK, I'll see you later then," she said, and disappeared out of the door. Rachel, a little confused by the past five minutes, shook her head and carried on pouring some juice. Monica appeared out of the bathroom, with a towel wrapped round her head, and a funny expression on her face.

  
"Ahh, Mon, I was need your help with something hon," said Rachel. "4 down..."

  
"Hang on a minute" said Monica, holding up her hand. "I've been thinking."

  
"What?" asked Rachel. "Is it about those meringues? I told you not to worry about the consistency.. even the best chefs make a mistake from time to time."

  
"No, no, nothing like that," she said thoughtfully. "At work today... oh no, you'll think it's stupid."

  
"No, what?" asked Rachel. "You've got to tell me now. I don't mind how stupid it sounds."

  
"Well... you know Chandler," she said, sitting down next to Rachel, absent-mindedly drinking her orange juice.

  
"That guy who lives across the hall? Who I've been friends with for the past four years and you for about a decade? Yeah, it rings a bell," Rachel teased. "Sweetie, what's wrong?"

  
"Well, one of my friends at work today commented on how sweet he was, coming in every now and again to check I was okay, you know, since Richard and I split up... and what a great couple we'd make, and I always laughed it off... but recently, I've been thinking, why is it such a stupid idea?" Monica could feel herself rambling, and she felt a little embarrassed to be admitting to Rachel that she quite liked Chandler too. "Do you see what I'm saying?"

  
"Oh my God, Mon," said Rachel, grabbing her wrists. "I've always thought that you and Chandler would make the sweetest couple, but I never wanted to say anything, in case, you know... you killed me."

  
Monica smiled. "So you don't think I'm stupid?" she asked.

  
Just then the door opened with a burst, and Chandler stepped in, looking rather full of himself. "Hello, ladies," he said, sitting down between the two girls. Rachel looked at him, a little alarmed. "You look rather happy today, Chandler," she said. "What's happened?"

  
"I've got myself a new Boss," he announced, grinning at the two girls. "A woman. Good looking, lovely personality. I think I might have found myself someone new to fantasise over." He smiled knowingly at a startled Monica, got up and waltzed out of the room.

  
"Well," said Monica, letting out a breath of air. "What a day for that to happen!"

  
"Ah well Monica," said Rachel. "It's only Chandler after all."

  
Monica looked confused. "No, Rache," she said. "You may think this is crazy, but it's not "only Chandler." This isn't over. Not yet." She got up and went into her room. Rachel sat aone, stunned.

  
"Well!" she said to herself. "Six down..."

  
_ I know it isn't brilliant, but it's just to get me started. Anyway, please tell me what you think. The next chapter will be up soon._


	2. TOW Monica Grabs a Spoon

**Chapter Two**

  
Everyone bar Joey and Rachel were sitting in the coffee house. Monica, Chandler and Ross were going through the process of being introduced to Phoebe's new boyfriend, Pete.

  
"Phoebe and I met at the Smokers Anonymous Meeting," explained Pete, a tall, dark haired and rather good-looking young man. "She was so honest about her habits, and I fell for her charm instantly."

  
"But Phoebe doesn't…" Chandler trailed off as Phoebe glared at him.

  
Pete smiled at Chandler. "Excuse me?" he queried.

  
Chandler turned to Monica quickly, but Monica shrugged. He turned back to Pete. "But… Phoebe doesn't smoke ALL the time," said Chandler, groping for words. "Only on occasions. I think she's more worried about her problem than she should be. I mean…"

  
"Pete, would you care for a cup of coffee?" Ross interjected, helping Chandler out. "The drinks here are really good." "Thank you, a cup of coffee would be lovely," said Pete, sitting down next to Phoebe. Monica moved over to sit with Chandler at the little table. He had his head in his hands but she could tell that he was laughing a little.

  
"Hey," she said gently. "Well done getting out of that one!"

  
"Ahh, she does pick them," he said. "So how are you doing?"

  
Monica shrugged. "I'm ok, I guess," she said, resting her elbows on the table. "I just… could we meet up later? After work? I'd like to hang out with you, just you. We haven't done that for ages."

  
"Sure," said Chandler, looking pleasantly surprised. "Hey, how about you come to mine this evening? I can impress you with my "cooking" skills, as Joey will be out with this French girl he met at the park."

  
"Joey? With a French girl?" asked Monica, surprised.

  
"Yes… he introduced her to me this morning, saying 'Chandler, I'd like you to meet Marie. She's from Franceland!' I must say, she didn't look best pleased."

  
"Can she speak English?" asked Monica, smiling.

  
"Yes, she gets by. I think she understands it but finds it difficult to speak it. I taught Joey to say 'Voulez-vous couchez avec moi, ce soir?"'

  
Monica laughed. "Do you think he said it to her?"

  
Chandler laughed then. "Well, he tried, but it came out 'Poule- vous oublie avec toi, mes voir?' I dread to think what that means, but from what her response was, I think it had something to do with forgetting to see a chicken."

  
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Rachel was feeling a little nervous. It was her first date with Ross that night, and she didn't know where he was taking her or what they were going to do. Her hair had been up and down at least ten times in the past minute. In her worry, she phoned Phoebe for some advice.

  
"I'll come round," Phoebe said. "Pete's got to go and visit some family in Tulsa, so I'm free tonight. Don't worry, I'll help you."

  
Rachel was even more nervous now. She wasn't sure she needed Phoebe's kind of help but she guessed that Phoebe was better than no one. While she waited for her to arrive, she experimented with some mini-skirts. Not a good idea. She thought she seemed too much of a flirt with skirts that short on a first date.

  
"It's me!" Phoebe called from outside the apartment. "I've got clothes!"

  
"Oh dear god" Rachel muttered to herself. She forced a smile on her face and then went to open the door.

  
The sight that greeted her was pleasantly surprising. Phoebe was carrying some clothes across her arm and they all seemed reasonably sensible.

  
"Pheebs!" Rachel gasped. "These clothes are lovely! I didn't think they were your kind of thing!"

  
"Well," Phoebe said, coming into the apartment. "I knew that you wouldn't want to wear any of MY kind of clothes, what with your… must-be-coolishness… so I collected some of my clothes that I keep for these occasions."

  
Rachel was amazed. She instantly fell in love with some very stylish trousers that Phoebe had brought along with her, and asked to try them on with a flowing sleeved top that she knew Phoebe still wore from time to time, but which she had secretly admired from afar for quite a while.

  
"So, where's Monica tonight?" asked Phoebe from outside the bathroom door as Rachel changed.

  
"Oh, she's at Chandler's. He's impressing her with his heating-shop-bought-food skills," laughed Rachel. "I don't know, maybe he will actually cook something, but I doubt it will impress Monica. You never know though."

  
"So, what's going on between those two?" asked Phoebe conversationally.

  
"Well… promise you won't tell Mon I told you this?" asked Rachel, squeezing into the trousers and marvelling at how slim Phoebe must be.

  
"I swear on all my Gods," Phoebe promised. "So, is something really going on?"

  
"You know Chandler has liked Monica since like forever?" Rachel said. "Well Monica's suddenly decided she likes him too, but the problem is he seems to be fixated on his current boss… curse you and your slim hips Phoebe Buffay!" Rachel yelled.

  
"Oh dear," Phoebe said, ignoring Rachel's last comment. "Well, keep this to yourself, but I'm personally getting the feeling that those two are made for each other. Something will happen soon, you mark my words."

  
Rachel came out the bathroom, looking really nice in Phoebe's clothes. "Wow Phoebe," said Rachel. "You're going to have to let me borrow your clothes more often sweetie."

  
Phoebe shook her head. "Oh I can't do it too much. Then people will mistake me for someone who cares about appearance. I must say Rachel Green, you are very vain."

  
Rachel smiled. "OK Pheebs, I guess I am. But you can hardly blame me. It's my first date with Ross! I want everything to be perfect. You can understand that, right?"

  
"I can understand THAT," Phoebe mused. "What I can't understand is the desire to go out with Ross. Haven't you noticed his hair?"

  
Rachel looked at Phoebe. "No, Pheebs, when I see him I picture him bald," she said sarcastically.

  
"Oh oh oh! I do that with Monica!" cried Phoebe.

  
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"That was amazing!" Monica exclaimed. "Chandler, you do surprise me. I never would have guessed that you could cook that well."

  
Chandler smiled, embarrassed. "Well, if you must know," he began, then stopped. "No, don't worry. Would you like some pudding?"

  
"No, go on," said Monica. "What were you going to say?"

  
Chandler went a little red, which unnerved Monica slightly. She'd never seen him embarrassed. "Well, the reason I took up cooking was so that one day I could impress you… like I am now, I guess," he said sheepishly. "But I guess I don't need to now. We're just friends. It's fine. And I really do like this new woman at work. Even though… you know, it's unlikely anything can ever happen. I don't even know if she likes me. It's all just a silly crush." He looked straight at Monica. "Like with you."

  
Monica took his hand. She had to tell him. She didn't want to go through the whole Ross/Rachel thing, not knowing whether to say how they truly felt. "Chandler…" she began. "Maybe… maybe it wasn't so stupid."

  
"What?" asked Chandler, a little confused. He'd suddenly realised again how pretty she was. All the reasons why he had liked her before came flooding back to him. He'd managed to block them out before.

  
"Maybe your crush wasn't so silly. Your crush on me. Maybe… it was a good thing?" she asked, her hands still holding his.

  
"Why though? You don't like me. We're friends Mon. I didn't want to ask you anything. I didn't want to ruin our friendship."

  
"You don't have to," she said. "I've been so stupid. And now… you like your boss! Now that I've decided I like you…" She trailed off as she watched Chandler's face.

  
He stood up. "Erm… I need to… go… room…erm…" He walked off, into the bathroom, leaving Monica sitting at the table. What had she done? She could have kicked herself. She was just about to leave when Chandler came back in. He looked a bit angry.

  
"Why did you decide this now?" he asked her in an almost accusing tone. "Why couldn't you have decided this when I really really liked you?"

  
"Well, don't you anymore?" she asked him, sadly.

  
"Yes…no… yes, I do still like you," he said desperately. "But I thought I'd got over you. I'd told myself I was going to try and meet other people. I thought…"

  
Monica walked towards him. "Why is it such a problem?" she asked. "You haven't met anyone new yet, have you? Just this boss… and you don't even know if anything can happen with her. And we like each other, Chandler."

  
"I… I know," he said. "I don't know Monica. Maybe this could ruin our friendship. I don't want that. I love you so much, I don't want to lose you as a friend if we broke up."

  
"But what if we didn't?" she asked reasonably. "It only has to happen once."

  
"I can't say anything now," he said, and he suddenly seemed really tired. "Can we please talk about this tomorrow? You don't know how much I want to say yes to you Monica, but… I need to think. I'm sorry."

  
Monica nodded. "OK. I understand. I'm sorry," she said. "Just promise me you'll think about it."

  
"I promise," he said. He hugged her hard. Monica pulled away and left his apartment, leaving Chandler standing in his room, alone, with what he felt was the worst dilemma in the world. 


	3. Final

**Chapter Three**

  
_Authors Note: Thanks for the reviews so far, especially Exintaris', I really am trying not to be English, I'll try harder! Please keep up the reviews._

  
"And then?" asked Rachel, passing Monica a cup of coffee. "It doesn't sound too bad Mon. At least he didn't say no."

  
Monica made a sound similar to "meh" and sipped her drink, trying hard not to show her repulsion at the "bitty" coffee. "He didn't say no, but he might as well have done. Oh god Rache, what am I going to do? We are like best friends, I don't want to ruin that."

  
"But sometimes it's a good thing," said Rachel, smiling over her own cup. Monica looked at her blearily.

  
"Oh yes, your date," she said in a monotone. "How did it go?"

  
Rachel ignored the fact that Monica obviously didn't care. "It was great! He took me to the restaurant that I LOVE, and then we went to Central Park and walked, and talked... it was so romantic Mon..."

  
"Great," said Monica dejectedly. "Rache, I'm going to go have a shower... talk to Phoebe about your 'magical night.'"

  
She got up and tipped the rest of her coffee down the sink, much to Rachel's horror, and then dragged herself to the bathroom and locked herself in. Rachel also stood up, worried about Monica, and dithered as she debated what to do. Then she left the appartment and knocked on the door opposite. Joey answered, with a sandwich in his hand.

  
"Joey," said Rachel. "Is Chandler in?"

  
"Yeh," said Joey, looking concerned for once. "Did you hear about what happened last night? Poor Monica. Chandler felt really bad, but he's so confused. He would have given anything to say yes to her, but he really cares about their friendship I think. Not that that would stop me, of course." He took a bite from his sandwich and made room for Rachel to walk in.

  
"I've had an idea," said Rachel, guessing Chandler was still asleep as it was relatively early.

  
"No! No more ideas! The last idea you had, we ended up drinking all the beer and having sex in several uncomfortable places," Joey complained, taking another bite from his sandwich.

  
Rachel regarded Joey for a minute in silence, before saying: "Erm... Joey. That wasn't me, I have to tell you."

  
"Oh. Are you sure?" he asked.

  
"Quite. Anyway. My idea, Joe. We..."

  
Rachel was cut short as the bedroom door opened, and a crestfallen Chandler entered the room. He was unshaven and Rachel was taken aback-she'd never seen him look so confused, miserable and tired all at once. She went over to hug him and Joey watched them, finishing his sandwich.

  
"Hey Rache," Chandler croaked. "How's Mon?"

  
"She's not great," Rachel admitted. "She's having a shower right now. Hey, have you decided what to do yet?"

  
Chandler shook his head, then nodded, then paused, then shrugged. "I know what I want to do," he said. "I want to say Yes Monica! This is all I've ever dreamt of since I met you... after you lost all that weight..."

  
" I wouldn't say that," Rachel interjected helpfully.

  
"True. But then I'd be lying. God, I'm so shallow. I only realised I loved her when she lost all that weight. Why couldn't I have realised before?... I loath myself," he groaned, hitting his head on the desk.

  
"Chandler, you're just like any other man. I mean, don't tell Monica this, but one of the reasons I hung around with her at school was because guys noticed me, and I think I looked better next to her... but we realise now how wrong we were. Most shallow people live their whole lives not realising."

  
Chandler paused again, in thought. "Anyway. I would love to tell Monica how much she means to me... how much I want to be with her. But then, what if we split up? We could never be friends again."

  
"Chandler," said Joey in a moment of normalness. "I think I should point out now that your friendship will never be the same again after this.. if this is what you both want, you should make a go of it. And if you really ARE friends, you'll never let each other down, and if for some reason you did split up, it would be amicable."

  
"He's right, you know," Rachel said, nodding. "You've already messed it up. Go mess it up a little more," she said encouragingly.

  
"Oh that fills me with such hope," Chandler said sarcastically, but he was beginning to smile. "I guess that makes sense. I mean, if she really wants it too... which I'm guessing she does?"

  
"Yes," said Rachel. "She's smitten."

  
"I promise, I'll talk to her today," said Chandler, looking remarkably happier and he wandered off into the bathroom.

  
Rachel sighed happily, and turned round to look at Joey, who was now drinking from a beer can. "Joe!" she exclaimed. "It's 10.30 in the morning!"

  
"I know!" cried Joey. "That's so late for me!"

  
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Monica smiled to herself as she washed her hair. She had just remembered a moment in the hospital, while Carol was giving birth to Ben, and how she had yelled at Chandler.

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"Well, if we're both single when we're 40, how about you and I get together?" Chandler asked, sitting comfortably on the couch._

  
Monica glared at him. "Why won't I be married when I'm 40?" she asked, a hint of madness in her voice.

  
Chandler looked worried, and a little scared. "No...no... I meant, hypothetically..."

  
"OK, hypothetically, why won't I be married when I'm 40?" she asked again, looking as if she was about to slap him.

  
Chandler stumbled, searching for the right words. Defence mechanism! "Dear God... this parachute is a knapsack!" he cried, and fell off the back of the chair. Monica couldn't help but laugh at him.

  
That was what she didn't want to lose. The humour that Chandler brought to her life. Now she seemed to have ruined things with him, she hoped she hadn't lost it. Turning off the shower, she wrung out her hair and stepped out the shower, grabbing for a towel and wrapping it round herself. She left the bathroom and walked towards her room to get dressed, not noticing Joey and Rachel sitting in the dining room.

  
"So, when do you think Chandler will talk to her?" Joey asked conversationally. Phoebe walked into the apartment at that moment, and was struck by Rachel's serious face.

  
"What's up? How's Monica?" she asked. Then she grinned. "How did your date go, Rache?"

  
Rachel smiled at the memory. "It was so romantic, Pheebs, he really knows how to treat a woman," she said. "We went to that restaurant that I love, near..."

  
Ross walked into the apartment, and Rachel stopped, her eyes meeting his. Phoebe and Joey glanced at each other, and both muttered "Sickening."

  
"Hey you," said Rachel, getting up and giving him a little kiss.

  
"Hows Monica?" asked Ross, a little dazed. "What happened last night?"

  
Monica came out of the room fully dressed, and nearly had a heartache seeing nearly all of her friends in her apartment, as she didn't realise they were in there. "Hey," she said uncertainly. "What's going on?"

  
"Nothing," they chorused.

  
"Well, that's okay then," she said, and walked over to them. "Anyone want a drink?"

  
Joey motioned to his beercan, and everyone else shook their heads. Monica was a little confused.

  
"Hey, has anyone seen how Chandler is today?" she asked, guessing they all knew anyway about what had happened.

  
"He seemed okay this morning," Joey said. "Maybe you should go over and see him?"

  
Monica thought. "Yeah, maybe," she said, smiling a little, though she wasn't sure why she was so sure that something good was going to happen. "I'll probably see you in a minute, with tears rolling down my face," she joked, and left the apartment.

  
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Chandler jumped as he heard a knock on the door. He guessed who it was. Sighing, preparing himself, he went to open the door.

  
"Hi," he said, smiling. "Come in."

  
Monica stood at the door. "Really?" she asked.

  
"Really really," he said, giving her room to enter. "I guess we have to talk."

  
Monica grinned. "I hate that," she admitted. "Talking always causes problems, in my experience."

  
Chandler smiled back. "Well, it doesn't always have to," he said. "I just... I want to tell you why I'm so worried."

  
Monica breathed a sigh of relief. "So you don't hate me?" she asked.

  
"Of course not!" Chandler looked shocked that she'd even suggested it. "I will never hate you Mon. We're best friends."

  
"Yeah, but is that all we'll ever be?" she asked sadly.

  
"That depends," he said, moving a piece of her hair over to the right side of her head. She grabbed his hand.

  
"Depends on what?" she asked, worried.

  
"On what you want to do," he said. "Mon, remember when I said I'd marry you if we were both single when we're 40? I meant it. I couldn't do that with just anyone. It would have to be a friend... my best friend. And I'd have to love them."

  
Monica could feel tears in her eyes. "It feels right to me," she said, uncertainly. Chandler smiled. "Me too," he replied, and kissed her.

  
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Half an hour had passed, and Monica hadn't returned. Rachel was growing impatient. "What are they doing?" she said exasperated. "Don't!" she warned Joey, as he went to tell her what he personally thought they were doing.

  
"I can't believe how ok I am with this," Ross said. "I mean, it's my sister... and my best friend. Most people would shudder at the thought."

  
The door opened, and Monica walked in, tears streaming down her face. Rachel jumped up and ran to her side. "Aww Mon.. he wasn't worth it. Don't worry, you'll find someone..."

  
"Who would you be talking about there, Rachel?" came Chandlers voice, as he walked in behind Monica, and put his arms round her. Rachel looked carefully at Monica's face and could see that, behind the tears, she was smiling widely.

  
Ross grinned, and got up and shook Chandlers hand. Then his face went grim. "Chandler... if you ever hurt my sister in any way, I will hunt you down... and kick your ass," he said triumphantly.

  
The room was silent for a second, then everyone burst out laughing. Rachel hugged Ross. "Yes, sweetie, I'm sure you'd attempt it," she giggled, as Ross swiped at her head.

  
"Now we just have to wait for Joey and Phoebe to get together," Monica joked, and the others all looked at the couple.

  
Joey grinned, but Phoebe looked mystical. "All in good time, my dears," she said. "All in good time..."

  
**_ The End! I know the ending was a bit soppy, but I really couldn't end it in a bad way. I hope you liked it anyway. Please review!!!_**


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